Tagged with 'collage'

Irish pub turns into a collage

Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. I work in an Irish pub called Flaherty’s instead of loyally attending university classes during my Erasmus year. It turns out to be the best Spanish language teaching I can possibly get due to the international team we are – 2 French, 1 Romanian, 1 English, 2 Irish, 2 Spanish, and 1 German. And being in Spain working in a pub – no matter if Spanish or Irish – the team is required to speak proper Spanish to keep the customers. One day I attend two elder ladies ordering each a different kind of coffee. Coffee orders in Spain are...

African wedding the modern way

Cape Town, South Africa, 2004. Right after my journey through Mozambique, Malawi, Zambia, and Botswana, I am staying with Augustas in Cape Town, where he is doing some volunteering work. We live together with one Slovakian guy and two German girls. Just a couple of days ago the Slovakian flatmate Juro asked me if I could create a nice wedding card for him to congratulate his African friends for their union. He knows I am loving the arts, so he asks if I could create something mirroring some traditional African wedding ceremony. I gather all kinds of magazines together in search...

High-heels – a painful ridicule

Isn’t it ridiculous that women are still wearing high-heels? No? I say, Yes. Women and men alike know the power of high heels, which in first place is just about “attraction”. I agree that they make women’s legs appear longer. I agree that they look beautiful with a costume or lady-like dress. I agree that they are drawing men’s eyes on women – which, if we are honest, is what we women want. We love to be attractive. Now, this is all beautiful, just what about the pain we are actually putting up with while wearing them? High-heels are usually...

That much I loved tea with cookies in Spain

It feels like it is yesterday, and I am sitting on the round table in the living room of my Spanish living community. We are three girls sharing a 4-room house, and we all love to spend the first half or more hour of our days on that table, provided with a hot chocolate, tea or cappucchino and delicious cookies. Counting backwards I realize that this “yesterday” is already 7 years old, and it’s still so alive in my memory. My precious time in Zaragoza, Spain… My love for tea brought me to collect all kinds of tea packages, for unknown creative reasons....